Own Nothing.

Chapter Ten.

They stood at the front door, waiting for someone to answer, and a few minutes later Draco opened the door. He glanced at Hermione then at Barty. "So it is true." He stated.

"That what? That you really do look like a ferret. Yup we knew." Barty replied, glaring slightly at the blonde haired boy.

"I should slam this door right in your face Crouch." Draco sneered at him.

Hermione rolled her eyes, pushing her way past her old classmate. She stood in the warm house."I'm inside now, so either come in Barty, or let Draco slam the door in your face."

Barty rolled his eyes and walked past Draco, helping Hermione out of her coat. "You're in a good mood Granger." Draco stated as a house elf took their coats. He led them to the parlor where his mother waited.

She glanced up from the Daily Prophet. "Oh, Miss Granger...or is it Mrs. Crouch now? I was just reading the article Skeeter did about you two and I have to say I'm rightfully angry for the three of us."

Hermione smiled, bending down to hug the older woman. "It's just Hermione, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Well then it's just Narcissa." The older woman gestured for them to sit down.

Barty waved his fingers, as he sat next to Hermione. "Hi, I don't believe we've been fully introduced while I was sane. I'm Barty." He smiled at Narcissa.

"Idiot is more like it." Draco sneered.

"Why were you even born?" Barty turned her his to the younger man.

"Barty!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping his arm. "Really?"

Barty turned to Hermione, trying to defend himself. "He started it."

"It doesn't matter who started it Barty. You're older so you need to have more maturity then him." Hermione rolled her eyes, blushing as she turned back to Narcissa. "I'm so sorry. He's usually more well behaved."

"Doubt that." Draco muttered, standing behind the couch that his mother was sitting on.

"Draco, darling, why don't you go back to work. I'm sure your lunch break is over and you have things to do." His mother's voice hinted that what she said, wasn't a suggestion, but a command.

"Are you sure mother?" Draco glanced back to Barty and Hermione.

"I'm sure Hermione and I can manage a few hours of talk to ourselves." She smiled over her shoulder at her son. "Go on, work hard to restore our family honor."

"Yes Mother." He bent over and kissed her on the cheek before nodding at the other two. He left the room, and they could him shout an order in the Floo Network.

"I'm so sorry," Narcissa turned to Hermione.

"I'm the one who should be sorry." She glared from the corner of her eye at her husband, hitting him on the leg.

"Ow. Already a month into the marriage and she's hitting me in public." He muttered in a joking tone.

Hermione rolled her eyes before turning back to Narcissa Malfoy. "So you said that your parents are throwing you a ceremony?" Narcissa asked her.

"Yes, they want this marriage to be legal in the Muggle way as well."

"Why that's wonderful. You know Draco just about threw a fit when he found out the Ministry married you off to Barty."

"Did he now?" Barty sat up straighter, as if he won a prize, his smug look on his face. "I can imagine why, Hermione's a catch."

"She is. And I'm glad you two are getting along, especially after I read that you both refused a divorce after a year?" She turned the statement into a question, as if she wasn't sure.

"I grew up with the mind set of no divorce." Hermione stated, as Narcissa poured her a cup of tea. "And Barty doesn't like the idea of a children with no father."

"That's very good reasoning." Narcissa smiled, handing Barty a cup of tea. "Now, have you picked a dress yet?" She glanced at Hermione before sipping her own tea.

"No, Mum and I are going shopping, I believe tomorrow." Hermione stated after thinking about the date.

"Would you mind, if I was to attend as well?" Narcissa asked, setting her tea down.

"I can't imagine why not." Hermione shrugged. "But, why, if you don't mind me asking. We'll be shopping around Muggle London all day."

"I owe you so much." Narcissa whispered. "You saved Draco and myself. I know there were no kind feelings between our family and yourself. But you testified for the two of us and I can't help but want to pay you back for it."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, no. You don't have to Narcissa. It was the right thing to do."

"And so is this." Narcissa sat up straight. "You can pick out what ever kind of wedding dress you want. I will pay for it. As well as your honeymoon."

Barty choked on his tea, setting it down and wiping his shirt off with a napkin. "Wow, that's very generous of you Mrs. Malfoy." He glanced at Hermione to see her shocked look as well, he was glad she didn't see him spill tea on himself.

"And what Hermione did was also very generous. Not many would do such a thing for a enemy like we were. Not even Mr. Potter was going to until she decided to vouch for us."

"I don't know what to say." Hermione finally stated in a low whisper.

"Just say the time and the place where I am to meet you tomorrow." Narcissa smiled, and poured them another cup of tea.